The Noodle Nazi

On Friday Joe, Sariah and I went out to dinner.

At our Chinese spot, to be exact. (You know, the one I mentioned we were ecstatic to find a few months back).

Anyways.

We sat down and looked over the menu to decide what to get. They have a LOT of options and we have only been there about 4 times, and we always like to try something new.

But anyways- we order pretty much the same but twist it up.

Tofu & vegetables (because its SO GOOD and we like to be healthy)

Crab ragoon & egg roll

A new dish (chicken curry this time- yummmmmm)

And a side of noodles.

We quickly discovered at our first visit that the side of noodles was essential to a happy meal with Sariah.

Sariah loves pasta- and hasn't developed a taste for tofu yet (and was rather picky that first night about eating anything) so we harp order her noodles- and we have kept it up ever since, because hey- who doesn't love some noodles for dinner?

This night though, was different.

First they brought us our egg roll and ragoon. Sariah, after eating her share, Precedes to lick the sweet & sour sauce that is left off her plate doggy style (I thank her father for showing her just that morning how to drink milk out of the bowl).

They brought us our food. 

Placed in on the table.

But the mistake of placing the ENTIRE plate of noodles in front of Sariah was made.

She would not allow us to move it, or to take ANY noodles from that plate.

So, while Joe and I ate our curry & tofu, Sariah dived into an entire plate full of noodles. Throwing a huge fuss if we even tried to take one.

And thus was born, the noodle nazi.

(Told you she was my daughter)